4 You have kindred over yonder,
On that bright and happy shore;
By and by we’ll swell the number;
When the toils of life are o’er.
5 Spread your sails, while heavenly breezes
Gently waft our vessel on;
All on board are sweetly singing;
Free salvation is the song.
6 When we all are safely landed,
Over on the shining shore,